Yellow Pages

 

Yellow Pages


I can’t remember the first phone book I saw. I also don’t recall the first phone we got in Sandy Point, either. I don’t know when I first heard of yellow pages. I do know that there were no phones there when I was little and it would have been after electricity was brought in about 1946 +/-. Mr. Smith got a phone up on the main highway (US 80) and I think my grandparents used that phone on some occasions. I think they also used a phone at the courthouse. But no phone service was available on the back roads for a while.
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Irrelevance

Irrelevance
A Place None of Us Want To Be

Irrelevance is not a city, so far as I know. But it is a place in time. It is a condition. It is a “state of mind”.

Looking back at Sandy Point, I see in my memory’s eye that a lot of what was important back then is now deemed irrelevant. Take the old farm bell as an example. That ole bell was truly old and not some reproduction to fool antique buyers. Everybody was an antique buyer and user back in those days. Most didn’t even know it.
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Tate Publishing: Scoundrels at Work

Tate Publishing

Scoundrels at Work

 

Back in Sandy Point, back in the day, they used some words that are not in common usage today.  The old folks seldom used bad words and usually never in the presence of kids. One word that hangs in the back of my mind, though, is scoundrel. For my grandparents, on both sides, the word scoundrel had a special place.
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